Chapter 826 Fighting with Xin Wuhen Again (Seeking a Monthly Ticket...  

Only Xin Wuhen could see the weight of Zhao Feng's foot.

If only by brute force, the hardness of the material of the "Bronze Hanging Coffin" itself and the force of the mysterious Yin backlash would be enough to injure the False God King.

Even if Zhao Feng's holy thunder body is tyrannical, it is difficult for him to be safe.

However.

With this kick, he just hit the loophole in the protective power of the "Bronze Hanging Coffin", and shook his physique into the seam of the coffin mouth.

At the same time, the ancient green shoes under Zhao Feng's feet played a certain protective role.

As for the backlash of the profound yin power of the "profound yin bronze", it was offset by Zhao Feng's mutated blood demon yang's fiery power.

"What a majestic power of Xuanyin."

Zhao Feng swayed slightly, feeling the powerful evil yin power contained in the material of the bronze hanging coffin.

But this thing has no effect on him.

The soul treasure in the hanging coffin is Zhao Feng's real heartbeat.

"Bah"

Zhao Feng volleyed his second kick, with even more domineering power, kicking the seam between the mouth of the "Bronze Hanging Coffin".

bang

This time, the bronze hanging coffin was kicked open by Zhao Feng.

boom

The sky-high Baoguang evil energy made the entire dark underground mausoleum intertwined with light and dark.

In the hanging coffin, a broken skeleton was revealed.

Among them, the most obvious and the largest is a cloud silk robe, with silk and green luster flowing through the whole body, and it is cushioned under the bones.

And then, there was a piece of strange jade the size of a baby's slap, exuding a warm fragrance, filling the entire hanging coffin.

In addition, there are some scattered jewelry and funeral items, which are not ordinary.

"Junior never wants to swallow treasures alone"

The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes, together, the three kings' mighty powers are connected in a layer of earthy yellow shadow field.

boom

Zhao Feng and Nangong Sheng, their bodies sank, collided with the three kings.

"Hey, where is that Soul Dao Treasure?"

Zhao Feng felt the evil spirit power of the Soul Dao Treasure, but did not find the target.

rumbling

During the fight, the lid of the bronze hanging coffin was turned over, revealing a purple-black square stone inlaid on it.

"It's the Soul Stone"

The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun suddenly dropped Xin Wuhen and flew towards the hanging coffin behind them.

Actually.

The bronze hanging coffin was the closest to Xin Wuhen, but it was blocked by the half of the skeleton. Zhao Feng and the others still walked past.

At this time, the half of the skeleton was almost sealed, and Xin Wuhen turned around and inserted himself into the competition for the hanging coffin treasure.

bang bang

For a time, the confrontation of many kings was chaotic and fierce.

Some treasures, during the fight, flew into the air.

"It turned out to be the soul-suppressing stone, no wonder it absorbed such an amazing amount of Yin Sha soul power."

Zhao Feng is not interested in other treasures.

"The Body of Holy Thunder"

Zhao Feng's silver-blue metallic physique was a little higher out of thin air, and the invisible electric pattern of power evaded the surrounding fighting forces.

Pong

The ancient shoes under his feet burst out with green light, like a savage bull, the domineering force attacked, knocking the two nearby kings away.

And then.

Zhao Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the "Soul Soul Stone" in his hand.

The soul-suppressing stone exudes a majestic and astonishing evil yin suffocation, and most kings dare not approach it.

With his powerful physique, Zhao Feng grabbed the Soul Soul Stone, and his own Soul Will resisted the impact and erosion of the Yin Sha Soul Power.

"What a strong Yin evil spirit power"

Zhao Feng's soul was subjected to rounds of erosion.

Just a few traces of the aftermath of the soul power caused the nearby kings to have their minds disturbed and their souls eroded.

Seeing the situation, the nearby kings all distanced themselves from Zhao Feng.

The Eighth Prince and the others looked like freaks. The "Soul Soul Stone" suppressed and absorbed the power of countless evil ghosts. If they stayed by their side, they would only disturb their cultivation, keep their minds out of the devil, and cause all kinds of harm. Unprofitable.

Others can't avoid the soul stone.

Only Zhao Feng took the initiative to ingest this hot potato.

"Jie Jie, stupid human, your body seems to be pretty good..."

In the soul-suppressing stone, there was a sinister voice.

The owner of that voice is a spirit body will of a broken soul, similar to the state of the purple saint's broken spirit.

"The Remnant of the Holy Lord"

Xin Wuhen's color paled slightly, and he also distanced himself from the soul-suppressing stone to compete for other treasures.

"Tsk tsk... This thief is really stupid, he has missed a lot for a long time, and he can only provoke the difficult soul stone.

The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes are somewhat gloating.

In the soul-suppressing stone, the remnant spirit of the Holy Master sealed up, even if it is a remnant spirit, the will of the remnant soul is extremely weak, it is not something that the king can provoke.

boom

At the soul level, there was a violent shock, and there was a mighty scene that shook the world; the "Sacred Lord Remnant Spirit" sealed in the magic stone, with a great and boundless artistic conception, rushed into this human body in the Dan Yuan realm with a sinister smile.

"Self-inflicted sin, do not live"

In Luo Zun's eyes, there was a hint of sarcasm.

bang bang

At this moment, other powerhouses on the field are competing for the treasure that is flying in the air.

Everyone was very tacit, keeping a distance from Zhao Feng, so as not to be invaded by the will of the demon in the "Suppression Stone".

Nangong Sheng is trying his best to compete for the largest "cloud silk robe".

His attack speed is top notch, and if he had more defensive treasures, it would be perfect.

original.

Nangong Sheng was still a little worried about Zhao Feng's situation, but a voice came from his mind: "Don't worry about me."

This voice is calm and powerful.

Nangong Sheng felt an inexplicable confidence, and he immediately focused on competing for the cloud silk robe.

He expected that the "Zuotong Tianjun" who shook Canghai could even threaten the Holy Master of the Profound Light Realm at his peak.

"Jie Jie..."

In a gloomy smile, the remnant spirit of the Holy Master broke into Zhao Feng's soul sea world.

Left pupil space.

Zhao Feng's purple soul sea has a diameter of two or three hundred meters, and the core area is a blue lake.

"Huh, that's not right..."

The remnant spirit of the Holy Master broke into Zhao Feng's Soul Sea World, his complexion changed, and he was shocked by an immortal and immortal thunder tribulation aura.

"Such a weak remnant of the Holy Lord, die!"

Zhao Feng sneered.

As soon as he thought, in the purple soul sea, a hundred or two lines of "Divine Tribulation Thunder Power" suddenly lit up.

"What aura of divine robbery..."

The remnant spirit of the Holy Master was so frightened that his soul was scattered, and he screamed.

boom

Like a thousand thunders, the "Sacred Lord's Remnant Spirit" screamed and immediately disappeared.

This remnant of the Holy Master is even weaker than the remnant spirit of the Purple Saint; it is not much stronger than the demigod remnant that appeared at the beginning, but it has a profound artistic conception and is pretentious.

It shouldn't, it shouldn't, rushing into Zhao Feng's soul sea world.

Zhao Feng's "Great Emperor's Will" has not been restored, and the use of the divine tribulation thunder force is relatively limited, but when the opponent breaks into the soul sea world, it will be different, and will even be attacked by the divine calamity thunder force.

An idea, Zhao Feng called it to ashes.

This move also greatly deterred the other evil spirits in the "Magic Suppression Stone".

Because the evil spirit power of the Demon Suppressing Stone penetrated into Zhao Feng's soul sea world, the rest of the evil spirits were frightened and trembling.

swish

Zhao Feng firmly grasped the magic stone and put it into the ancient iron ring.

at this time.

The competition near the bronze hanging coffin is not over yet.

The goal of the Eighth Prince and Luo Zun is to hang the coffin itself, and they will have to fight against the three middle-aged kings in Huangpao.

Xin Wuhen, with his powerful strength, successfully obtained the piece of strange jade that exudes warmth and fragrance.

Nangong Sheng has a special ability, seized the opportunity and successfully obtained the extremely valuable "cloud silk robe".

At this time.

The body of the hanging coffin, the largest part, was divided between the Eighth Prince and Luo Zun. The three middle-aged kings in Huangpao lost to the eighth prince and barely got a coffin lid.

And then.

That is, in the hanging coffin, the competition for other small items to accompany the burial depends entirely on luck and strength.

"Xin Wuhen, don't let those two thieves go"

"The 'cloud silk robe' obtained by the thief is made from the cloud silk of the 'cloud silkworm fairy butterfly,' as the main material."

"Although this silk robe is light, it has a strong defense. It is invulnerable to water and fire, and it is hard to break through divine weapons. It has a certain immune effect against various attacks from the five elements..."

The three middle-aged people in yellow robes looked at Nangong Sheng with hatred.

In "Purple Hair and Double Evils", Zhao Feng was invaded by the remnant soul of the Holy Master, and he could not survive.

Then, the remaining Nangong Sheng will be better to deal with.

"Humph"

Suddenly, a tyrannical physical force stood by Nangong Sheng's side.

"How could you..."

The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes sank in body and mind, unbelievable, and looked at the purple-haired boy who suddenly appeared.

"How is it possible that the invasion of the Holy Lord's remnant spirit has no effect?"

The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun stared at the indifferent purple-haired boy with a look of astonishment.

From the looks of it, Zhao Feng did not have a trace of his successful invasion at all.

There was no change in his strength, breath and demeanor.

If Zhao Feng was successfully invaded, or controlled by the influence of inner demons, he would never be so calm and nonchalant.

In a short period of time, many of the king's elites present were in shock.

With Zhao Feng's return, the complete "Purple Hair and Double Evils" is enough for any side on the field to be afraid.

Nangong Sheng's strength, many people are afraid of.

At least if they were to fight alone, except for Xin Wuhen, no one else was sure.

And this purple-haired boy was even more unfathomable. He successfully ingested the "Magic Suppression Stone", and even the remnant of the Holy Master who invaded his body was like a stone sinking into the sea.

"No matter who your Excellency is, but Xin has promised these three allies..."

Xin Wuhen had a solemn look on his face, and a fighting spirit surged up from his body.

Obviously, he wants to stand up for the three kings.

Although the purple-haired boy at the moment makes him unable to see through, at the same time there is a feeling of deja vu

"Xin Wuhen, take my punch first."

Zhao Feng let out a loud laugh, and the Saint's physical strength was pushed to the limit, and a pair of rippling wings of water mines condensed behind him.

At that moment.

Many elites and elites present felt the power of artistic conception that covered the world.

boom

Zhao Fengjian made a simple single punch, his strength exploded, and a layer of bright red glazed flames ignited. The water mines behind it fluttered and danced, creating a mighty artistic conception that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes who were nearby received a huge impact on their minds and senses, creating a sense of trance.

In that seemingly simple punch, a powerful soul field was also integrated.

If he were a normal king, he would not even have the strength to fight back.

Xin Wuhen's heart trembled slightly, his complexion changed, he took a deep breath, took a step forward, and slapped a vortex of five colors with one hand.

The five-color vortex is full of brilliance and has a broad artistic conception that embraces all things.

boom

The two forces twisted together in a strange silence; the five-color vortex swirled for a while, and the inside was boiling endlessly.